At the Jie Sect.
At the Biyou Palace.
"Brother Jiang He, are you sure you want to leave?"
The Grandmaster of Heaven, who was dressed in black, had a look of concern on his face as he advised, "The Gods and Demons have not given up on killing you, and Lord Swelling Sky would definitely attack once you leave the Three Realms' territory."
"It's fine."
Jiang He smiled. "Don't worry, Brother Grandmaster of Heaven. Didn't you mention it yourself? Lord Swelling Sky is a bottom-feeder among Saints, and not much stronger than the Lesser Saint of the Western Sect or the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint."
"I could still run if I run into him if I can't beat him, can't I?"
"Don't be careless!"
The Grandmaster of Heaven said seriously with a serious look on his face. "He is a Saint, after all. How weak could he be?"
"Moreover, innate paragon treasures greatly affect one's ability at this level. Once the patriarch of the Gods lent him his innate paragon treasure and primordial soul treasure, his ability would improve greatly."
"Don't worry, Brother."
Jiang He laughed out loud. "I'll ask you for help if I really can't beat him … the Saints' treaty did not say that Saints can't save people."
After returning from the Spirit Mountain, Jiang He did not sleep or rest at the Jie Sect, farming through the night and finally harvesting all the medicinal pellets and mystic treasures on the Spirit Mountain after ten days.
After handing the medicinal pellets and mystic treasures to Puti Puti, Jiang He went into seclusion to cultivate the Fist of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Esoteric Nine.
He skipped the first and second styles of the Fist of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and chose to cultivate the third style, the Twilight of the Gods.
Since it cost more Farm Points than the first two styles combined, it was naturally the strongest.
Cultivating the Twilight of the Gods cost five hundred billion Farm Points.
The remaining Farm Points were only enough for Jiang He to cultivate two of the Esoteric Nine.
Without much hesitation, Esoteric All was a must-learn, and his combat ability would increase tenfold after learning it … oh, Jiang He had changed it to a hundredfold.
Even so, it was only after learning it that he realized that he had used too much force when he modified the Esoteric Nine … he could not increase his combat ability by a hundredfold at all.
"Now that I use Esoteric All, I could unleash thirty-three times my combat ability, and it is not fixed. Once I ascend to Saint, I could at most increase my combat ability by ten times."
Jiang He did some calculations.
He cultivated both immortality and martial arts at the same time, and had cultivated both to perfection. Moreover, his self-created "Chaos Thundersword" was a special cultivation method that enhanced his spirit, physical body, and magical power. Therefore, his unarmed strength was absolutely invincible among those below the Saint State.
The Nether River Patriarch, the Rock Lord, and the Great Mage Xuan Du were no match for him.
Of course.
Except for the Archmages who had the Saint's "three-piece set."
Whoosh!
A flying ship streaked across the starry sky, traveling at a speed that surpassed the speed of light. Occasionally, it would perform a long-distance space jump, and a single jump would cover a distance of several light years.
Jiang He was sitting cross-legged on the deck.
On the other hand, Dumbo, who had somehow gotten himself a pirate suit out of nowhere, stood on its hind legs, sword in hand as it howled at the stars.
"Control the spaceship properly. Don't make random noises."
Jiang He cursed.
Then, he began to sense his own body.
"With my current ability, once I charge Esoteric All and burst out with thirty-threefold combat ability, I could cripple even the Great Mage Xuan Du with his three-piece set at close range."
Everyone knew that the Great Mage Xuan Du, who had the Eight Trigrams Scroll, the Yellow Pagoda, and the Flags of Five Elements, was equal to a Saint in combat ability, and could even suppress bottom-feeders like the Lesser Saint of the Western Sect.
"So on and so forth … my combat ability should be stronger than bottom-feeders … but the methods of Saints are inestimable, and they could even control time … the real outcome of a fight would only be known after a fight."
Aside from Esoteric All, Jiang He had also cultivated Esoteric Swordsman.
Mastery of Esoteric Swordsman granted Jiang He frightening regenerative abilities. Paired with the Eternium strength he gained from martial arts cultivation, Jiang He had the feeling that he could instantly recover from injuries no matter how severe they were as long as he was not killed instantly.
"Eh?"
That was when Jiang He felt a throbbing in his heart.
He could not help grinning as he looked toward the dark, cold, and boundless outer space … Was Lord Swelling Sky coming?
"Dumbo, full speed ahead, our destination is Sura!"
Jiang He ordered as he rose to his feet.
In an instant, the flying boat turned into a streak of light and disappeared on the spot. Weng … Space rippled, and when the flying boat reappeared, it was already ten lightyears away.
The universe was vast.
Even if Hierarch Swelling Sky wanted to rush over, he wouldn't be able to do so quickly.
Moreover, the constellation occupied by Sura was thirteen thousand light years away from the celestial battlefield, and could be reached in half a day.
… …
At Sura.
Above the Blood Sea.
Another Blood Sea had appeared above the churning Blood Sea of the past.
It was a manifestation of the Nether River Patriarch's godly technique … if one looked closely, they could see that the Blood Sea over the horizon was shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye.
At the heart of the Blood Sea, the Nether River Patriarch's consciousness was operating with much difficulty.
"The Primeval Lord of Heaven's godly technique is too overbearing … I can only break it bit by bit …"
The shrinking of the Blood Sea was a manifestation of the Nether River Patriarch's ability to break the godly technique the Primeval Lord of Heaven left behind.
When the Blood Sea completely shrunk, the Nether River Patriarch could assume human form and escape the godly technique the Primeval Lord of Heaven left behind.
"So, Saints are really that frightening …"
"Ever since I was born, I have learned from Nüwa, created Sura, learned from the Primeval Lord of Heaven's guidance, and founded a sect of death … why can't I become a Saint?"
"Eh?"
Suddenly, the Nether River Patriarch felt a sense of danger.
"What's going on?"
"Is the Primeval Lord trying to kill me, or is someone trying to kill me?"
"Or could it be … Jiang He?"
The Nether River Patriarch's heart skipped a beat.
Though he had been subjugated, he was still aware of what was happening outside, and Grand Luo Sura would report to him almost every day.
He was aware that Jiang He was already a Demi-Saint and stirred waves across worlds, causing the Gods and Demons to suffer terrible losses, with over twenty Demi-Saints dying.
"No!"
"It shouldn't be Jiang He … isn't he afraid that Lord Swelling Sky would attack him if he dares to come to Sura?"
The Nether River Patriarch felt a pang of regret at that very thought.
Back then, Jiang He had said that he would return the Yuan Killer Sword once he became a Demi-Saint …
How many years had it been?
He would have agreed if he had known. Not only would he have gotten the Yuan Killer Sword back, he would have forged good karma with Jiang He as well …
Kaboom!
That was when a frightening spatial ripple suddenly engulfed them, followed by the barking of dogs and meowing of cats.
"Ah …"
A Grand Luo Sura cried out in surprise and flew to the edge of the Blood Sea, crying out, "Patriarch, bad news! Jiang He is here, and his cats and dogs are plundering our treasure vault … he even brought a peculiar plant that is as large as a star, and it's too powerful …"
Snikt.
Before the Grand Luo of the Sura race could finish, he felt a chill on his chest.
He looked down to find the tip of a sword, dripping with blood, piercing through his chest.
And the tip of the sword was quite familiar …
Was it not the patriarch's Yuan Killer Sword?
Terrible power wreaked havoc over his entire body, destroying his lifeforce and spirit … the Grand Luo turned his head with much difficulty, intending to look at the legendary 'rising star' of the Three Realms behind him. But even before he could turn his head, he was smashed by a fist.
After blowing up the Grand Luo Sura's cheek, Jiang He gently pushed him off the Yuan Killer Sword.
Then, he smiled at the Blood Sea that floated over the horizon and said, "How have you been, Nether River Patriarch?"
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